i paint the blank
about as well
as any gilded painter of the renaissance
from the foreing stretches of my heart
i sculpt it: dready monologue, self portrait
my one work of art
of fear and sandstone,
membrane, chills
i fear it gives me comfort;
as i know it, comfort kills.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 1:41 PM UTC
i paint the blank
about as well
as any gilded painter of the renaissance
from the foreing stretches of my heart
i sculpt it: dready monologue, self portrait
my one work of art
of fear and sandstone,
membrane, chills
i fear it gives me comfort;
as i know it, comfort kills.
i've had lots of english and geography which inevitably result in this